A Lost Battle Is A Battle One

I Have Changed As Everyone Changes: Within A Permanency.

There May Be More Beautiful Times, But This One Is Ours.

Things Are Entirely What They Appear To Be And Behind Them... There Is Nothing.

Be Quiet! Anyone Can Spit In My Face, And Call Me A Criminal And A Prostitute. But No One Has The Right To Judge My Remorse.

I Should Wish [alain Robbe-grillet] To Realize That Guinea Exists.